Chapter 5: Reunited

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Chapter 5: Reunited; Thaddeus Series-The Secret of the Forest
Topic Started: May 2 2008, 11:37 PM (245 Views)
Mythic	May 2 2008, 11:37 PM Post #1
Fantasy Writer Posts: 342 Group: Writers+ Member #9 Joined: Mar 23, 2008	Thought I would submit this since it is a completiong of the 4th chapter. Alot of stuff happens, so I hope someone likes it. Here it goes: Chapter 5 Reunited “What!” exclaimed Ballard, bewildered, “How can this be?” “Yes,” Thaddeus said, “You have gold hair, not brown like your mother remembered.” Thaddeus remembered some of Julia’s last words: Her short brown hair, her happy hazel eyes, looking at me from her heart… “Titus had brown hair when he was younger, and it turned to blond; like mine.” This doesn’t make sense, Truman thought. How can someone’s hair change so dramatically in such a short time? Perdita walked over to Queen Hypatia, and then to Truman. “However, I can not say honestly that my hair changed naturally. As I said, I am related to Sandor. As soon as I went underwater, something happened, and when I surfaced my hair was no longer brown. I swam to the castle, or at least until the river reached the wetlands. It wasn’t easy, because the guards at the outpost of Ritussia would have seen me, if I had not gone under the water. Finally, I reached the palace gates. A servant was outside, mowing the grass. I convinced her to trade clothes with me, and she ran back to where she had come from. After putting on the servant’s clothes the guard let me in with no problem. He then told you that I was a new servant, and then I ended up here. I disguised my self because the guards were looking for a brown haired girl, and that is not what I am anymore. “How can I trust that you are my niece?” Titus hissed, hoping with doubt that this story was the truth. “Why would you run from your mother? My sister! It is because of you that she is dead.” Perdita held back a choke. She began to yell. “I loved my mother. I would have given the world to let her live! But I couldn’t. I read your destiny, Uncle! Yes, I said uncle. That is what you are! Why does your face still show doubt! Do you not recognize your own niece? If she had not died you would have! You-” She paused for a moment, looked at the floor and shifted her gaze into Titus’ fierce and scanning eyes. Her voice began to quiver but she remained firm. “You are needed more in this life than she was. You would have died in her place…I saw what would have happened. I chose. I had to choose-“ Titus had not budged. His expression remain the same. “Still you can not trust even though you know. Maybe this will help.” Calming, Perdita took a breath and started to sing: Home in my bed, asleep where I lay, Home in my bed, that’s where I will stay. I sing now to you my sweet little child, Remember, I love you, each hour of the day.. What are you dreaming? I dare to ponder. Inside your dreams. Tis there I shall wander. At night in your bed, I hear you pray, At night in your bed, with angels you play. I sing now to you my sweet little child, Remember I love you each hour of the day. Titus was silent. His eyes were teary, but a tear never dropped. “Perdita!” he choked, “Oh, Perdita!” Perdita ran to her uncle, tears forming in her eyes. She hugged him. “I love you,” Perdita whispered. They embraced for a good, long while, their sorrows and sacrifices united as one body. Perdita was alive. *** It was 6:00 in the evening. Everyone was gathered around a large table carved from the finest scarlet red maple tree. The king and Perdita sat at the head of the table, and Hypatia opposite of them. The dining room had a gorgeous wooden floor, and an enormous chandelier hung from the gold ceiling. I have to eat! Ballard thought, I am hungry. No. I am starved. Perdita was ridden of her servant clothes, and was dressed in a beautiful white gown made of silk; the seams lined with gold. A diamond crown was atop of her head, and it sparkled when it caught the light. “Uncle, can we please eat now?” Titus nodded, and clapped his hands twice. Almost instantly, two doors swung open, and in came four servants carrying an immense platter with a stuffed boar on it. The boar had a large apple in its mouth, and was covered in a sauce that smelled like Thanksgiving Day. Next in the procession of food came two waiters with trays of wine and milk and water for the guests. Two cooks followed behind, holding a huge bowl filled with mashed potatoes. Trailing behind was yet another servant, carrying a rather large pitcher of gravy. At the end of the procession, five cooks carried in mashed potatoes, corn, bread rolls, cherries, and salad. Ballard’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets when he saw all the food. He tied a napkin on his neck picked up his fork and knife, and said, “I’m ready to sup!” After everyone had had their plates filled with food, Ballard got ready to start eating, until Queen Hypatia put up her hand and said, “It is time to say grace.” Ballard groaned. He had really wanted to get his hands on that wild boar. “I would like to thank God that this food has been prepared for us,” Queen Hypatia said, “but I am thankful the most for having Perdita back with us this afternoon.” Everyone clapped. “But God,” Hypatia continued, “all is not well. My sister in-law Julia has died, and I fear my daughters will be next. Please help them to be healed in your grace. Amen. “Amen,” came the reply of everyone at the table. The group discussed what had to be done, and it was decided, with objection still from Truman, that Thaddeus, Truman, and Ballard where to go into the Bradshaw forest tomorrow morning after breakfast. * The food was delicious. After dinner Thaddeus thought he would never move again. The leftovers where sent to everyone else throughout the castle. There was so much boar left, that small portions of it where sent all over Orville. Truman did not touch the boar. He did not enjoy eating meat. Thaddeus and his companions went upstairs to their rooms once again, and Thaddeus fell asleep on the covers of his bed, not bothering to tuck himself in. Ballard did the same. It was 6:00 in the afternoon, early, but Truman forced himself to lie down on his bed and take a nap. He knew he would need the rest. Perdita was with Hypatia walking through the hallway to her room. In an instant, she fainted, falling down onto the hard tile floor. Hypatia screamed. “Perdita!” she yelled. Then, Hypatia shook, and fell to the ground, uncomfortably sprawled across the floor. “Perdita!” Titus heard his wife’s call from his study. He started to run to the hallway where Perdita and Hypatia lay silently. As he neared the hallway, and overwhelming tiredness came over him. Something is wrong, he thought. Finally, he could not go on any longer, and collapsed. The cooks in the kitchen all fell asleep on the floor, dirty dishes in the sinks, which were still turned on. The head chef noticed something was wrong and barely turned off all the sinks before fainting as others had done. In the sanctuary, the three guards protecting the princesses began to feel tired. They rushed out of the sanctuary, shouting, sensing the danger, but one by one they each fell to the ground, unable to move. All over Orville, people were dropping to the ground. By six o clock, everyone in the castle was asleep, unable to wake up. Except Truman. Truman was on the balcony overlooking the Bradshaw. He had awakened from his nap, and the sun had almost set over the forest. His mind had been on other things all day long, but now he finally was able to enjoy the beauty of the forest as the setting sun behind the castle cast its glow. As the sun set, Truman noticed an eerie silence throughout the castle. He walked back into the hallway, his footsteps sounding like thunder compared to the silence of the night. Truman longed to talk with someone, so he went to Ballard’s room, and knocked on his door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no reply. The poor fellow must have been so full he went to bed early, he thought. Truman then walked to Thaddeus’s room, and knocked on his door. The only noise was the echo of his knock in the hallway. He knocked again. Once again, there was no answer. Something is not right, Truman thought. Worried, he pounded on Thaddeus’s door, hoping for an answer. To his surprise, the door creaked open. Truman saw a figure huddled on the bed. He quickly ran over to Thaddeus. Thaddeus was stone-still. He hardly moved when he breathed. Something was wrong, and Truman knew it. He dashed to Ballard’s room, and pushed his door open. The same scene was before him. Ballard was stone-still. He ran down the many flights of stairs to tell the queen. To his demise, Truman found her and Perdita unconscious on the floor. He started to panic. Why had everyone gotten so sick? Why had he not been affected? Truman’s mind raced. He thought of everything that he had not done that everyone else had. Suddenly, out of the silence came a noise of large footsteps, interrupting Truman’s thoughts. Truman quickly hid behind the fountain. He caught a glimpse of two black cuffs with swirling purple clouds inside as the intruder crept past the fountain to the flight of stairs Truman had just paced down. Quietly, Truman pursued the mysterious figure up the stairs, matching his footsteps. The slightest sound would echo. The figure walked all the way up to the top floor, and opened the door to the sanctuary, first moving aside the guards that were lying on the floor. Truman gasped, and then whished he hadn’t. Quickly, he hid behind a fern in the sanctuary. The man walked to where he was standing, but saw nothing, and walked back to the bed where the two princesses lay. The man laughed, knowing that nobody could hear him, and cracked his knuckles. He put his hands out, and muttered an incantation. Instantly a purple cloud of smoke started to form in the palms of his hands. When the cloud had grown as much as it could, the man directed it towards the two sleeping princesses. Truman stood up from his hiding place, jumped into to the air, and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Stop!” Selima and Saloma were sharing the same dream. They knew that they could get up whenever they wanted to, but they knew that the time was not right. They dreamt that a man was hiding behind a bush, in the very sanctuary they where sleeping in now. They knew who he was, but could not recognize him. Selima and Saloma were lying unconscious in a bed. A huge man hovered over them, chanting a spell, ready to make the kill. Then, the man behind the bush sprang into the air, and yelled stop. They saw the big man lose concentration, and punch him in midair. The man was conscious, but was losing it quickly. The big man chanted the spell again, ready to strike. It is time Selima. Saloma’s head blurred Selima’s dream and nodded in agreement. Truman lay on the floor, and touched his head. His fingers where stained with blood. I am going to die, he thought. The assassin lifted his hands up ready to kill, when Truman saw Selima and Saloma’s eyes open. They glowed bright blue, and one the sisters yelled in a voice not her own, “Fool! You think you can kill us! The power of love is much stronger than you, Burchard! That man over there, he woke us up, because of his love for us!” In shock, Burchard staggered backwards. He tried to strike at the sisters with his fist, but failed. The two magi’s hair flew about their faces as if it were alive. A powerful wind blew around the room, causing plants to become uprooted. Pots shattered all around Truman as tree branches moaned and cringed as they snapped and fell into the whirlwind. “Burchard!” Selima and Saloma bellowed as a union, the wind blowing harder than ever, “Be gone!” The wind was blowing even harder and harder. It howled and moaned and destroyed everything in the room. Burchard screamed in agony as he was sucked into a vortex of light, along with several pots and plants. The large glass ceiling shattered; bits and pieces pummeling the ground. Truman covered his face with his hands as it rained down on him. Finally, the wind subsided, and Truman could not keep consciousness any longer. The last thing he saw as he looked at the wreck of the sanctuary was the figures of two women. “Uhh,” he groaned. “Shh,” Saloma and Selima said. “Everything will be all right. Truman was in a dream-like trance. Light glowed and swept all over the two princesses. The magi placed their hands on Truman’s chest and muttered a few words. The cuts caused by glass and Burchard disappeared, and he fell unconscious because of the blow to the head. Out of energy, Saloma and Selima collapsed beside him; this time, simply unconscious, no longer in their magical deep sleep. Edited by Mythic**, May 2 2008, 11:38 PM.
	I believe ...... Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe....... That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe. Do you?


Allyson	May 5 2008, 01:52 PM Post #2
Observer of all Posts: 2,337 Group: Root Administrator Member #1 Joined: Jan 29, 2008	This story of your gets better and better by the chapter. Good work! :clapping: Quote: Titus was silent. His eyes were teary, but a tear never dropped. “Perdita!” he choked, “Oh, Perdita!” Perdita ran to her uncle, tears forming in her eyes. She hugged him. “I love you,” Perdita whispered. They embraced for a good, long while, their sorrows and sacrifices united as one body. Perdita was alive. I like this part. :) I also like the song Perdita sings. It wouldn't hurt if you improved it a bit, but other than that, it sounds good. Also, when is the next time it will mention the brown puddle thing? I don't really have anything bad to say about this chapter (which is good), partly because I'm not very good at doing that, and partly because it's just a really good chapter. ^_^ Good job.
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Mythic	May 5 2008, 05:44 PM Post #3
Fantasy Writer Posts: 342 Group: Writers+ Member #9 Joined: Mar 23, 2008	Tell me you read chapter four first lol...Glad you liked it!
	I believe ...... Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe....... That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe. Do you?


Allyson	May 5 2008, 08:14 PM Post #4
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